A Transcendent was fixed in appearance when he or she became a third ranker—there was no way she had become one when she was that young. There was no such case in history, and she herself had called Sam, Lucian, and him the youngest to ever become Transcendents. Could it be an illusion?
Damian closed the waygate afterward.
"A.. waygate?" Damian heard the lady demon murmur.
"Yes," Damian said. "And I don't think I will have to introduce these people. Go gather all the leaders and tell them resistance is futile."
Damian created a fancy table and even fancier chairs under the tree to the side, as the demoness stood frozen for a second, sensing the mana signatures of the people gathered there in an instant. Then she turned around and headed towards her castle, all her guards hurrying after her.
With his job done, Damian took a seat under the tree. The day here was bright, and the ocean breeze was refreshing.
